back from therapy. we talked about hive/swap a lot. it feels like we’re being given a second chance at being teenagers.

we didnt actually choose to get into ho/me/stuc/k. we were told by a friend that if we didnt read it she wouldnt have anything to talk to us about, so we had to read it to keep our friendship going and we didnt know we had the choice to not do it.

so it never really felt like it was something that was mine. it wasnt a choice. so no matter how much it means to us, no matter how much ive come to love it, the begining has always hurt. ive never gotten to have that very good begining to a fandom thing. its always a struggle. its always a survival thing. desperate gasping for a coping tool.

but this time i chose to love the world and the characters? this time i get to be sentimental and love it because i love it instead of because it being all i have.

im being allowed to heal from damage a friend did to us. im being allowed to have something that is mine for once.

Aleson- still as a octopus- carefully texts over and out of the tub, with much difficulty, the first number that pops up. >>hio canm you help me ouut Im stuc in a premabet shiftr at thee moments and it's haed to typpppe) Aleson sends that one then another. >>pllease and thhank you) Aleson let's the phone drop to the floor, and sits back, sighing. This is gonna be fun. (@d-s-d)

Melody stares at his phone confused. But he sends a text back.

>Yeah sure

>Be there soon

He walks over, just using the location finder to get there. He opens the front door and peeks inside, “Helllo? Mr Shifter?” @double-sided-drunk

A/N: Well hello everyone! Happy Thursday! Sorry to keep you all waiting a little longer than usual with this chapter. I just did not have that extra little push of motivation to write, and so when the original posting date rolled around, I was left empty hand. But thankfully, with the extra time, my motivation came back around, and I was able to finish off chapter seven for you all! About time, right?

So glad I took that second week, because I was able to tie in some real life situations that I’m sure you’ll notice once you read. So really, it was all worth it in the end lol!

Now, as usual, I appreciate any and all feedback for the story. Any comments are accepted with the utmost gratitude, as they fuel me to press onward and continue with the story. I appreciate all the support you have given me thus far.

Speaking of support, big thank you to catching-dandelions for all her help, and for her patience to listen to my late night babbles.

I could have just stuck with the first question. I could have
simply inquired as to why my publicist is standing outside my hotel room past
midnight.

But that’s just the thing; Liz normally doesn’t come a
calling this late at night. So there has got to be something problematic going
on, I just know it.

What’s strange however, is that I cannot wrap my finger
around what that thing may be. I cannot recall the last time I was papped. I
don’t remember the last time I was misquoted in an article, or was featured on
the front page of a tabloid, wrapped around lies.

Everything has been relatively quiet; the last large issue at
hand was my incident with Nick. And even that, was resolved without trouble.

I simply informed Liz that same night that Nick was
threatening me with violence, and intended to stalk me, and she shot down the
problem in a heartbeat. She conferred with his team, and they agreed on a
restraining order of sorts. The darkness receded as quickly as it had arrived.
Nothing more had happened since.

“May I come in?”

Liz’s voice breaks me from my thoughts, and I stare at her
with wide eyes, my gaze strung with confusion.

“I was thinking we could chat a bit on your couch, if
you don’t mind,” she continues on, “And I’ll tell you what’s going
on.”